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And Jack gave a sigh,
And so did Harry: but I got some water,
And I slished it on them. And Jack held tauter
Till Harry; but at last they were sundhered,
And you'll aisy suppose it's me that wondhered
What divil's work they'd had in hand;
And, as soon as ever they could stand,
I made the two of them look down
The shaft; and they seen it lighted round
Very clear with the moon, that was shinin' brave
And full by now—“If you're wantin' a grave,
You'd batthar spake to the Clerk,” I says,
“And get a comfortabler place
Than that,” says I; “it's like a well
Dug down to the deepest depths of hell.”
And it really looked most horrible,
The black and the deep! And Jack to shudder,
And turn away; and Harry's rudder
Not over studdy, but aised, it's lek,
Aised in his mind.
And so did Harry: but I got some water,
And I slished it on them. And Jack held tauter
Till Harry; but at last they were sundhered,
And you'll aisy suppose it's me that wondhered
What divil's work they'd had in hand;
And, as soon as ever they could stand,
I made the two of them look down
The shaft; and they seen it lighted round
Very clear with the moon, that was shinin' brave
And full by now—“If you're wantin' a grave,
You'd batthar spake to the Clerk,” I says,
“And get a comfortabler place
Than that,” says I; “it's like a well
Dug down to the deepest depths of hell.”
And it really looked most horrible,
The black and the deep! And Jack to shudder,
And turn away; and Harry's rudder
Not over studdy, but aised, it's lek,
Aised in his mind.
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